#jttw fanfiction

[ghostly-creator]

Secrets Told in the Slow-Cart Kingdom

consider this an apology for not finishing Goretober, some things came up that made it hard to work. Happy Halloween!

Word Count: 2k

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“Have the statues been taken care of?” Sun Wukong whispered, a sly grin slowly inching its way onto his face. One of his feet impatiently taps on the stone beneath him while his tail swings side to side, ‘they are going to enjoy this!’ he thought.

“Yes, down the deepest river I could find!” Zhu Bajie replied with a huff “I don’t see why you had to wake us up in the middle of the night simply to get rid of some stupid Daoist statues!” his voice raises before quickly being shushed by Wukong

Quietly agreeing, Sha Wujing nodded.  “It is a bit odd for you to call something like this…’ fun’...” covering a yawn with his hand as he awaits the monkey's response. An annoyed sigh leaves Wukong and he motions his companions to follow him inside the Daoist temple, the smell of cooked food, fruits, wines, and tea filling the air as the trio make their way to the main hall. Bajie’s ears wiggled and his stomach rumbled at the intoxicating aromas, Wujing gave a soft smile at realising what this was really for.

Entering the main hall, the monkey stops. All around him are intricately carved pillars, paintings on the walls that depicted three godlike entities, incense burners, all the things Wukong should look at with familiarity, but he kept his eye forward. He only spared them a single glance 

 “I hope you remember what those statues looked like because we are going to need to look like them for us to stay safe” Wukong swung around, looking at his friends with a smile and a gleam in his eyes that read of pure joy with a hint of mischief  “Go on, we can’t let anyone know we were here.” and with that, they turned into nigh identical copies of the original statues…well, most of them were identical.

“Stupid monkey! Telling us we need to remember when you clearly have the worst memory out of all of us!” Bajie started “If it wasn't for master’s kindness, we’d have-”

“Enough, Brother Pigsy. We must stay quiet, remember?” Wujing said sternly. “Brother Monkey, I believed that your statue had a longer beard, as well as a shorter nose and pudgier physique”. Despite his mild frustration at Bajie’s remark, Wukong shifted his form to fit the description given.

“Better?” He grumbles out.

“Better.”  Wujing and Bajie said in unison.

“Good” Wukong replies “Now, Pig, you must sit on the left and Sandy sits in the middle. I will sit on the right” instructed to take their places, they do as they are told.

Pigsy’s attention immediately returns to the food and drinks in front of him, marinated bear, warm buffalo milk, red bean buns, an assortment of steamed vegetables and fruits as well as fresh ones, jellyfish spiced with Sichuan pepper, cardamom, and ginger, sweet wines and peach tea…his mouth was a waterfall. He spent much time analyzing the food in front of him, so much so he didn’t even notice his friends were already eating, but when he did he dug in without hesitation.

“Absolutely divine!” Bajie whisper-yelled, his face stuffed to the brim “What would we do without you, Monkey Bro!”

“Die.” Wukong said bluntly, eating a random fruit he grabbed. 

“WHA- we would be just fine without you, SIMIAN!!”

“Quiet, Swine! One would think that with those big ears of yours, you could listen when we tell you to. Be. Quiet.” Wukong shot a glare at Bajie, his gaze seemed to go past the Pig, despite looking straight at him.

Sandy chuckled, spilling a small amount of tea on his lap. Back-and-forth bickering between Wukong and Pigsy was something he’d gotten used to on this journey, and came to enjoy it well enough. Though slightly upset by the tea spill, he simply poured more into his cup and began to drink once more. He wasn’t the type of person to be hungry after waking up, so this would suffice for now.

So the trio continued to eat without a word, Pigsy gorging himself on all he could grab, Sandy satisfied with his drink, and Monkey slowly grabbing fruits now and then. Bajie broke the silence with bewilderment

“This beef is just heavenly! It's sweet and tender, seasoned perfectly with most of the juice retained! It almost of tasted like-”

“Human meat?” Monkey interrupted, looking for what to eat next.

“Why- yes in fact-” Pigsy stuttered

“Have you eaten humans, Brother Monkey?” Sandy asked, his tone serious, eyebrows furrowed.

“Of course I have! But that's nothing- hey, can you pass me that….uh ....” Wukong squinted his eyes, “...that…. weird smelling…peach-thing?”

‘Do you mean the mandarin? But about the human thing-”.

“Yes! The mandarin! Hand it over will ya?” cutting Sandy off and not really willing to get into his past, Monkey beckons his hand for one of the citruses. Wujing hands the fruit over, he’ll let this pass for now, but it will be followed up eventually. They continued in silence once more, it was clear that something was in the air, but still, as silent as ever… until Bajie filled the silence once more.

“Monkey, Why didn’t you just say ‘mandarin’ in the first place? Have you honestly never seen a mandarin in your whole life? I find that hard to believe”.

Wukong paused for a second…he could lie about this, or simply ignore the pig…

“Well? What is it?” Pigsy insisted.

“...I couldn’t see it” the open and honest truth.

Sandy chimed in “couldn’t see it? Brother Wukong, you are a very observant man…how could you just…not see it? The bowl is only a couple of feet away!” He turned his head to face the monkey, attempting to stay as quiet as possible. “You just…couldn’t see it?”

“Yes. I couldn’t see it… it just looked…blurry- or foggy-… I don’t quite know” sighing as he peeled his fruit, avoiding eye contact. “Everything is like that, blurry. A mess of colour swatches that make up only vague shapes” Wukong lowered his voice more, as if ashamed

Both Pigsy and Sandy paused at what they were hearing… Did Sun Wukong, The Monkey King, Great Sage Equal to Heaven, just admit he has bad eyesight? It seemed like something that would never affect him, and yet here it is. All of a sudden, things start to make sense, the statue, his aversion to reading, he simply couldn’t see properly. But that doesn’t explain other things…

“Wait, if you can't see…then how can you tell demons from humans?” Pigsy asked curiously.

“Simple, it's magic. My Golden Eyes of Truth allow me to see something's true form. It's the only way I really can see clearly…especially master, he’s just a ray of gold and cicadas…it genuinely burns my eyes” Wukong chuckles a bit at the end, couple his blindness with light sensitivity? A match made in hell.

“When did your eyesight start to degrade?” Wujing leaned in closer, wanting to know more.

“Wow, rude.” Wukong started “First, it did not degrade naturally. Second, and I'm surprised you both forgot, when I got arrested by heaven they took away my amour and threw me in the Eight Trigrams Furnace, all that smoke and heat had an impact on me. At first, I thought it simply was…fog that blurred my vision, but when I burst out I was too angry to notice how little I couldn’t see. A literal blind rage, if you will” 

Of course, how could they forget? How could anyone forget? It was the biggest event to occur in heaven in a very long time. The pure bloodlust and unbridled rage that came from the monkey was a truly traumatizing sight. His scleras stained red as if drenched in blood, the iris yellow like pure gold, pupils narrowed and catlike. The stone monkey was on fire and smoke burst from his mouth…anyone who saw his rampage was left with a myriad of psychological scars. Heaven was left as rubble and ashes held together by the blood of countless immortals and warriors. Each corner and crevasse was like a painted masterpiece, left soiled by the thick red ink.

“...Can you draw us?” Sandy asked, ripping everyone’s minds away from those dreadful memories and placing their attention on him.

“I- What?” The monkey sputtered “I just told you I can’t see proper-”

“Yes, Brother Monkey, I know. But I'm curious as to how you see us right now, without your gold vision. How do you think we currently appear as mortals? As we are on our journey right now” Sandy paused “Paint us”

“Be sure to make me as handsome as possible” Pigsy chimed in.

‘I suppose it could be interesting’ thought Wukong “there really is no time like the present” he closed his eyes and plucked 3 hairs from his neck, turning them into a brush, ink and a piece of paper, he began to work. Trying to see properly, Monkey got as close as he could without smudging anything. Stroke after stroke he worked the brush like a weapon, his two companions silently watching, taking in how much he was trying. Wukong will admit, he’s no artist, he’s a fighter and a crafty one at that. He takes joy in listening to poetry, maybe getting someone to write his own poems and songs down but he simply cannot do it on his own. Despite that, he’ll try, simply because he can.

Just as Wukong’s art is finished, the trio hears footsteps coming into the hall and they all scurry into their popper positions. They see three figures, there is no doubt that it's the Three Daoist Immortals. Needless to say that now is when they get to have some mischievous fun.

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Having left the Slow-Cart Kingdom, the pilgrims continue to journey westward. Memories of their primate companion disembowelling and decapitating himself were still fresh in the minds of each of them, the only difference being that Wukong himself was the only one to view it positively.

Tripitaka decides to send Bajie off to find some food for the group, such ordeals with demons can still leave a person quite hungry. Even with the disgusting events that had occurred, nature dictates that people, especially humans, need to eat. Wukong simply doesn’t trust the pig to do his job properly, so he opts to leave and spy on him. Wujing, Tripitaka, and Ao Lie are left alone with each other

“Master, would you like to see something?” Sandy gave a curious look to the young monk, a warm smile on his face.

“Hm? I suppose that depends on what it is, Wujing” Tripitaka said cautiously, not wanting to be subjected to the sight of more gore.

“Do not worry Master, Brother Monkey made it”  taking a piece of folded paper out from one of the bags he was holding “You are aware of Brother Monkey’s impaired eyes, yes?”

“Of course, Bajie informed me earlier…” Tripitaka trailed off as his disciple handed him the folded paper. Opening it he finds four simple paintings of…what seemed to be their group. The first seemed to be of Ao Lie, a simple dragon-like squiggle, next to it was some very childish and messy handwriting simply spelling out the dragon-horses name. The second was of Bajie, Wukong quite obviously didn’t put much effort into his one, so there is less detail, excluding the stink lines emanating off of the pigman with crudely written insults popped off to the side. The third is Wujing, more respect is placed in this painting, and his features are more defined with cleaner lines and a modest face…there is also a silly painting of him where he simply has a fish for a head. Finally, there was Tripitaka himself, still crude yet genuine passion was put into his depiction. Painted as a heavenly figure who has come to help Wukong become who he was meant to be. There is no doubt that the loyalty Wukong feels for his master is genuine.

Tripitaka sighs, a small smile creeps on his face “Wukong is a kind soul, despite his destructive methods, he is a good person. Don’t tell him I said this, but I believe when he reaches Nirvana, he will truly become what he was always meant to be…..” his voice trails off again

“Victorious”

[hcdragonwrites]

Missing Flowers ( @semisolidmind Fanfic)

I wrote this because I was inspired by another bit of work. This one is sweet ans short and Mac centric. Inspired by this ask! Twice as Bad Au make brain go brrrr

Tw for some violence mentions and some allusions to intimate behaviour (it is not detailed at all - in fact you may miss it entirely - but it is alluded to thats why I mention this)

As the sweet scents of spring created on the wind, carrying blossoms and the soft buzzing bodies of bumblebees, Peaches felt a deep pang of loss. Outside in the spring air, walking along the edge of the mountains with the small attendants she was given, she looked out beyond the sparkling sea. Beyond the mountains and the sky and all that lay between. She imagined she was looking homeward. To her village.

She missed her village, missed her people who she knew as family and as friends. She missed the smell of the earth, the taste of the rain on her tongue and how the sun angled itself through her shuttered windows to cast the dust motes in startling detail as they passed through the beams. It had been over a decade now since her marriage of ‘demonic fashion’ to the rulers of Flower Fruit Mountain. The ache never would go away- it would linger like a hole in her smile, a tooth lost and never replaced.

However it wasn’t her village today that was making her homesick.

Peaches had a little patch of earth, maybe an acre large that she had dedicated to the propagation of flowers and fruits, vegetables and all manner of growing things. It had taken years of careful selection, of collecting seeds from far and wide, of dedicated research and late nights in the snow and the ice and the building of her greenhouse to gather the collection she had had.

Peaches had turned the soil, mixing it with her grass clippings, ash from the fire place, and the compost to enrich it. It had been years of careful and quiet work to build her collection of plants. The glass bits for her greenhouse had costed her years and years of hard work. She had been unable to have it as large as she wanted but it was enough. Within the wooden little wall sat her favorite flowers, the precious few she had bargained and hunted for, the seeds and clippings, were all here safe within the wooden walls.

All her work over the past few years gone in a flash of fire and a slash of violence. What had happened to her little home? Was the house standing? Rotting in its neglect of the years. Did someone take over her home if it was still standing?

The stairs would need replacing. The second one had been creaking before her kidnapping. The wood had been softening and she had her eyes on a tree just beyond her garden. She had planned to cut it free and carve a new replacement. What of her animals? She had had a small herd of goats, little bleating creatures of brown and white.

The goats had been her source of fresh milk, meat and weed control. Each had been given a name. Each had been loved.

Had they been able to get away?

Had they been burned in the fire?

Peaches knew that the flowers and fruits she had were gone. Those couldn’t have escaped the fire - or the human retribution that would follow from any survivors.

Would Wukong have left survivors ? The Sage had come home many a times from such violence. He had woken her with cold hands grasping and seeking her out. He buried them in her hair or twined them in her fingers. Wukong would pull her to him and away from her own makeshift nest within their bed. In those early days he had not learned that the smell of fire and blood would upset her.

Those nights his blood had been on fire from conquest and he wanted only to enjoy the comfort of one of his dearest prizes. Her. Wukong would touch and whisper love into her ears as he fell asleep, a peace only she could bring in the aftermath of those bloodbaths. Sometimes she would wake in the morning to find blood smeared along her cheeks and in her hair.

It had been one of the times Macaque had found her hyperventilating after such a morning covered in blood that wasn’t hers, confused to where it could be from, and the memories of the night when the drunk had invaded her home.

And her world had changed. She had been pulled to his arms, her own chest pressing to his. Instructed to follow his breathing, to listen to the air whoosh from his body. To hold. Then to fill again like the bellows of a blacksmiths forge. And then to deflate.

When her breathing did not sound like the frantic flapping of a broken birds wing, thats when Macaque had asked her what happened. What had triggered her memories. Peaches asked how he knew- and her second husband rubbed a thumb beneath her eyes and caught a tear.

“You were screaming. Telling me to stop burning the village.” The words sounded sad. Not remorseful. Never remorseful for the actions that led here here. That brought her to residency in the mountain. The sadness was instead about the scars left behind, the invisible wounds that their actions had created.

After that, Wukong never came to bed smelling of blood or fresh from a conquest.

Wukong would never leave survivors of the village. Not after what he thought was a slight to her, to his perception of what was his. An extension of his own self importance. No. That seemed wrong even as Peaches thought it. Maybe she was an extension of his grandeur. But she wasn’t just a prize to be turned and looked at. Somehow, in some way, he had fallen in love with her.

Love for Wukong- for Macaque- was not like human love. Just as two peach trees could produce different fruits. Peaches knew that love between people was more of a communication, a build up to a relationship. At least in the best situations. Demons however … it was more draconic in a sense. To claim and catch, to conquer before another could take the prize between its claws and keep for themselves. Like dogs fighting over scraps, love was something to catch and hoard and keep.

Maybe it wasn’t so different from humans. Stories and mythologies had been woven of love like this. Men had gone to war and killed thousands of others in the name of one paramour, one love.

Wukong had done that. He had taken a conceived obstacle and removed it. He had snatched her as a wolf would steal a lamb in the cold of winter, taking her back to the mountain. Devouring her freedom to secure his happiness. When his brother came to see, to wonder at why their paramour was here. It hadn’t taken much convincing. It was as natural as breathing to take in their world.

Peaches attendants, those young ladies, waited patiently. Peaches stared out across the world and wished she had the eyes of eagles to stare and devour the miles so she could see for herself.

Was her garden truly gone? Had anything wild had been left behind ?

Had the apple trees gone wild? Were green granny smiths now growing wild among the pink ladys and dorsett goldens? Were the nectarines falling from the trees to rot beautifully in a horrid flash of sweet sick decay? Did the bees still pollinate whatever roses and hydrangeas survived ?

Had the fire consumed everything?

She missed her garden. Her plants. She missed her home.

She had been so lost in thought that she didn’t notice how her Ladies in waiting called out- she didn’t notice the shadow length beneath her feet. Until suddenly the ground was not ground at all but a gaping black hole- and she fell screaming.

Right into a warm embrace and soft fur that smelled like orange blossoms and plum wine. Laughter bubbled out of Macaque bare chest. “I would think the Queen would be more aware of her surroundings by now.”

Peaches pulled away enough to hook her husband with a scowl. It was half hearted as the demonic monkey dipped downward and pressed his lips to the side of her face in soft peppered kisses. Peaches laughed at the affection, able to ease into the comfort that the six eared macaque had grown between them. The chestnut trees above them rattled like ladies whispering as casting the sunlight like dice over a game.

“Some brutes don’t walk - some slink in shadows.” Peaches teased back. She lifted a hand up and along Macaques face. Her fingers touched his ears- all six on display today instead of being glamoured and hidden. The large clawed hand tightened beneath her as she brushed her hands over them. Macaque leaned into her touch, pressing his face, and her hand, into hers.

“Slink?” The monkey teased. They were beneath a cluster of chestnut and beech trees. A whole new position upon the mountain - possibly leagues across the great kingdom.

“Slink?” Macaque nipped her ear and she yelped in surprise- cheeky like. “I do not slink.”

And then the stomach flip as the magic pulled them in. The very shadows that seemed to seep and flow through macaques black fur, the ebbing of ocean currents between the jetties of his being. The cold kissed her nose, the sun flashed. Peaches blinked as the orientation of the sky reasserted itself. They were closer to Water Curtain cave now. The mosses and lichens that grew in the soft moisture were tell tale signs.

“I merely use what I have to my advantage.”The Six Eared Macaque pulled his wife into himself as he began to walk. In her decade here she had begun to see the mountain like a second skin. Each turn of stone was becoming like a new crease in her skin. Here she understood that, even though the forest was near the palace, it was no where she had treaded recently.

Her husband was taking her somewhere. But where ?

“You left my ladies in distress.” Peaches asked. The steps against the forest floor were soothing. Would she allow herself to be soothed ? It was easier for Peaches to forget the scars that marred her when it was Macaque. With Wukong …

It would always be a sore spot. Always be cut that had healed too thin and the scar left behind would ache in the cold.

“I left them with a note that said I was taking my wife for a moment.”

How different the world would be if they had just asked her to come with them. Had the two brothers even floated the idea between each other? Thought to show her the beautiful mountain and let her fall into it and in love with it ? Peaches knew she would have come. The beauty here was unmatched - the fruits and flowers and plants and growing things would have stolen her away faster then a demons courting could ever achieve. If her boys had only asked her… only shown her….

“How are you Peaches ?” Macaques voice was soft.

“I am… far away.” She decided to be honest.

“The memories again?” Soft, gentle. Her sweet boy was still there. Still within this … sorrow. Peaches had found the little monkey bleeding among her hydrangeas and honeysuckle. The white and purple petals were turned crimson and crushed beneath the tiny body. Of course he had been a wild thing, a furious flash of teeth and claws. Any animal would be. So when the weak little monkey bit into her hand she hadn’t flinched. Instead she had waited, taking a blanket to scoop the poor creature up and into her arms- and to contain those claws. The bite was foolish- what she did was foolish- but… she was a foolish women.

The bite was deep, the pain a lance in her mind. Those teeth were large enough, sabers in gums - knives of nature that cut into the soft pad of her flesh. He didn’t let go, he didn’t release her hand until the blood on his flank was cleaned. Until the gash in his side had been sewed shut. He was too weak to worry her flesh into ruin. To take his pain and tear her apart. He could have. Though small, though at a disadvantage, the little was gifted with weapons where Peaches had been gifted none. She was soft handed, soft as a magnolia flower. No claws no teeth no strength.

Yet he did not tear her apart. The tiny monkey was left alone after he was patched up. A bowl of water, a small basket of peeled mandarins. And the window- left open to let in the wet jungle air. Her kindness had cost her her hand- the day after it was purple and swollen. It was hard to work in the soil- to work in the garden and her little farm. She had carrots to pull, goats to milk, and trees to prune. By the end of the day she could barely close the hand and it had grown yellow on top of the purple. Like a plum trampled enough to ruin the flesh but not enough to break it open.

The next morning however, when she unwrapped to tend the wound and let it breath… she found the wrappings clean. The swelling was gone. The punctures were still there. But…. They had healed over.

She had been a fool. Peaches had thought it was from her tending that the wound had healed up. She had been a fool. Who would have known that her foolish heart would lead to this future?

“Its not just the memories- its a memory.” They had stopped walking now.

“Which one?” The leaves rustled above them. The air smelled of water and earth and stone. It was … calming. So the memory coming forward now wasn’t cast in sorrow. But in calm.

“Of you.” She reached up and pressed a finger to the very tip of his nose. “Of the garden. When we first met.”

Macaque grimaced.

“Not my best introduction...” He looked down at her hand. The scar was still there, silver moons along her skin.

“Are you embarrassed?”Peaches teased. Macaque paused. He set her down onto her feet, kneeling. His hands caught her wrist- the one he had scared all those years ago- and brought it to his face.

“Truly I am. I mauled your hand.”He kissed it, rubbed a claw over the scars, worried at it with his lips and his tender forehead brushes.

“You were in pain. And you healed it.” Peaches pulled him up. Off his knees. In these moments, these tender touches, was the sweetness that had grown between them. There was the flash of that little monkey she had saved. Who had slowly begun to bring her gifts and treasures. His first gift had never been showed. Macaque had never been talked about- as it had required secrecy.

“Lao Tzi had chased me out.” The simian smiled into her face, teeth flashing like moonlight. “Heaven was in an uproar over my thievery. But … they thought I was Wukong.”

“Mac!” She beat on his shoulder in play. Roaring laughter was rewarded to her as the trickier of the two loomed over and draped his arms over her front, pressing her back to his chest.

“I couldn’t let them know it was me!” His teeth were in her hair, soft croons and gentle nips being pressed to her skin. “I was in a bit of a hurry.”

Her cheeky six eared husband then began to press her and tease her in a very flirtatious fashion that turned Peaches skin flushed and burning. It was long moments and minutes after the teasing and the stolen presses of kisses and promises for later, that Peaches decided to open her heart a bit more to him.

“I miss it all. I miss the house and the village and …. I miss the garden the most. All my plants. My animals…” Peaches rested her face in his arm, drinking in the plum wine and orange blossom smell that was so thickly wrapped in his fur.

“All the growing things… do you think they are still there ?” It was easy to think of it here, when Macaque had been kind and soft to her. When he understood what emotional wounds were still healing, still painfully sore. The rush of his heart was against her ear was nice.

“Have they gone wild and returned to the woods ? What of the roses- they are the hardest here to tend. And the magnolia trees….” A bird flitted and flew its way between the emerald leaves. A dolphin flying through a sea of emerald green.

Macaque spun her suddenly, his hand gripping hers, his tail flicking. She was pulled along, hands grasping his as they walked faster.

“Lets walk. We will go and see the orchards and you will tell me all the flowers you had and loved and never got to tend.”

“I would tell you anyway.” Peaches laughed softly. “I loved my flowers.”

The look of serious thought didn’t alleviate in the wake of her laughter.

“You will tell me in detail and what seasons they grow- and what habitats they grow in. Who the traders were that gave you the seeds and the clippings.” They rounded the corner of a stone outcropping, the path before them becoming more well trodden. The path to the orchards.

“And I want you to find a piece of the mountain- get that foolish orange orangutang of my brother to help you clear it and drain it and turn its soil rich.”

The realization was dawning on Peaches then.

“Ma-Macaque…” Was he suggesting what her heart was starting to hope?

“You get the land ready.” His fingers squeezed hers. “I will collect the seeds in my journeys. I will find the best lines and horticulturists and gather you a collection that will rival the one we foolishly took from you.”

His eyes held hers. It had the same effect that a sunrise had on a snow trapped forest. The light in them was refracted and doubled as Peaches felt her heart fill. She didn’t realize that tears were dripping until Macaque was reaching up to coo and rub them free, calling to her in comforting familial tones a monkey would use to soothe an create comfort.

“And I will be able to play within your garden and see you smile like you just did. I would bring down the lunar gardens to see you smile again… as you did when i first saw you in that garden. ”

[angelfoodcake222]

Someone: "SWK doesn't deserve love!" "He's literally called an 'unlovable beast'!" "He doesn't look attractive at all!" "He's 4 foot tall? Lol, shortie!" "He's too short for anything!"

Me: I smell b*tch!

Have some GIFs for reading! There are some bonus GIFs but that's because I couldn't pick between a few of them. 😌🍑😍

Me:

[starsfic]

Hi! Big fan of your blog with the monkie content. VERY YUMMY. Do you still do prompt writing for LMK? If you do, here's one: Being born of stone, Wukong can't actually cry, even though he feels heartbreak like any other people. This causes misunderstandings. But after the mountain, being fed molten alloy for 500 years, his eyes starts to crying up the molten alloy as tears instead. So he avoids crying if he can. If this doesn't do anything for you, then alright. Have a great month, eat your fruits and sleep early! Love your additional responses to the JTTW incorrect quotes.

I'm adding in references to some other pieces. Let's see if I can stitch them together later.

Zhu Bajie had always thought that Sun Wukong had a heart of stone.

It made sense. Stone monkey, stone heart. It was word association at its finest. It wasn't helped by the fact that Wukong never shed a tear throughout their journey. Not even when he told horrible stories about his "sworn brothers" and had to be gently told about how he was manipulated. It only stoked those thoughts.

Not until now, when Bajie was proven wrong.

Azure Lion was dead. The giant cat laid dead, his heart shoved out of his body. Bajie had to admit, he felt little pity for the demon. He had hurt Wukong for long enough.

And Wukong...was weeping.

They were not actual tears. Instead of water, molten copper rolled down his cheeks. He wasn't sure how they didn't burn Master, but they didn't and it didn't matter.

Wukong wept copper and gold.

[scaredcrab]

A farewell kiss (Oneshot)

Character: ☼ Wukong x Reader

✐ Summary: Wukong stubbornness lead you to danger. You ask for one kiss before you die.

✐ Category: Angst. Romance.

✐ Word Count: 1085

Link to read in AO3: Here.

(This is JTTW Wukong, so you can imagine any Wukong you want to.)

-✐-☼-✐-☼-✐-☼-✐-☼-✐-☼-✐-☼-✐-☼-

It was the last event between you two. It happened long time ago, when everyone were camping at a mountain.

"Wukong! I-I mean... Majesty, would you really consider accepting my courting if I went to that cave with stone fruits to gather some for you to dinner?"

You two had the innocent habit of playing around, competing against each other and challenging one another. Obviously, when you were challenged, things were much more difficult for you than when he received a bet, which made everything more fun in his point of view.

Sometimes the simian would purposely lose those bets you "made him" accept, this would happen when your reward was also interesting to him. Like the countless times when you would compete a race to some point, and he would have to groom your hair if he lost. Wukong would let you have a "heads start", and somehow something in the route would distract him, causing his loss.

Since only you and him were awake to hear the conversation, he promised that yes, he would start going out with you if such gift were delivered.

Normally in this kind of challenges the Tang monk would get in the way saying how cruel it is to take advantage of people's feelings like that, and how he only wouldn't use the crown to lecture the bad monkey because you would cry every time you heard the sage's pain. You didn't want to be the reason why Wukong felt pain, and the monk respected your wishes.

"Really? Will you really start dating me?" - Your voice started to raise with excitement, and that made the people sleeping in the camp start to move.

"Shhhhhh! Yes, this old monkey can assure you that once you came back, I'm going to be your partner or whatever. Just don't take too long, or I'll have to go out look for you. Your king demands your return in 13 minutes, did you hear me?" - Despite the rude speech, his cheeks burned with the thought of you two finally getting together.

It was his manner of saying "Take care of yourself".

You knew him well, he was terrible admitting his romantic feelings since he never felt something like this before, still, it was clear that as time went on the senseless distrust he had about you got turned into a fiery love that he considered difficult to bear.

Wukong always got defensive when anyone else threatened to steal your attention, he hated it when he had to allow you to go off alone to explore any village they passed as your beauty was easily noticed by any citizen with a functioning brain, it was normal for him to have to control his anger, so he wouldn't hurt any idiot who came to flirt with you.

But as you said every time the monkey lost control and said outrageous things to people trying to charm you, "If you're jealous, don't scare others off with bad behavior, just admit that you love me, so you can tell them to go away saying that I'm already yours.".

That always silenced him, his pride spoke louder at these times, if it weren't for this dumb reluctance, things could have been different.

You were smart, but your love for him blinded you at times. You both believed that the cave was safe, not knowing that at night a dangerous creature visited the place.

Rather than getting to check you in 13 minutes, he waited a bit longer wishing for you to win...

"May I have at least one kiss?"

For the first time in the king's life, he experienced the feeling of having his mouth above someone's else lips, as he never thought this was something to be wanted before.

He doomed himself to eternal longing for the softness of that delicate touch.

Helplessly you held your fingers at the side of his face, weak digits that barely did their job in maintaining the man in place, but they could feel the warmth of the thin cascade running through them.

Slowly the thumb brushing against the sage's cheek slid from that position, losing all the heat while it gradually fell.

When the water filled eyes of the warrior got to look at your facade he saw a smile, a gentle and sweet smile, to him that moment was a sad goodbye, to you, it was your first and last kiss, a bittersweet happiness.

Your closed eyelids accompanied by the soft grin brought a vision of peace, it was like the soul were in fact asleep, stuck in a brief dream, instead of living in the realm of the death.

He was alone now.

"Wukong! Where are you?! Did you find our friend?" - The monk cried in the distance.

... His name, he would never hear you calling by his name, ever again.

Wukong remained quiet, feeling stupid for not allowing you to approach him in the way you wanted… In the way he also wanted, but never got the courage to admit.

He wanted to throw up, knowing the reason you got to that cave in the first place. If instead of making those games to be your lover he had admitted his feelings, you would still be alive in his arms.

"... Please, come back. I… I never said to you how I feel..."

Worried about Wukong, Xuanzang commanded his second disciple to go where the older student is supposed to be.

Obeying the master's commands, Bajie went to the top of the mountain and entered its cave. There lying on the floor was the lifeless body of a scary monster, alongside a broken king covered in blood with his lost love in his arms.

"You stupid monkey! Look at what you have done!" - With a broken heart, the pig insulted his older brother.

Wukong remained quiet, only giving a touch in your forehead with his, then sliding his face to give a kiss where he touched earlier.

The pilgrims were obligated to bury the poor victim, they choose a nearby tree that flourished the prettiest flowers to be the place where your gravestone would be. That night, the Earth lost part of their brightness, and the sky gained a new star.

After that, the local population says that every year at the spring is possible to see a sad event. At the top of the highest mountain of that region, next to the oldest tree located there, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven crying at this tiny tomb.

[aerkame]

I have issues with committing to long fanfictions, but I have a feeling that the one I'm working on will be good. I say so because I'm drawing fanart of it already lmao.

On a side note, geladas are super cool. I love lions so obviously the reader is going to be based on a gelada so I have an excuse to make them fluffy with big ol' saber fangs and a mane. >:p

Also ignore the quality, it's late and I wanted to draw while in bed okay?

ALSO, I did double check, and it appears both males and females will grow 'manes' and have fangs. Females don't really have fur that's as long as the male's or good fangs, but it's good enough. Meaning the reader can have a mane regardless of gender. So immersion shouldn't be broken. (I prefer making x readers immersive for everyone)

It's giving..."I is fierce!"

Cutoff text: Large arm and shoulder tuft, Big teef (sabertooth-like), reverse crescent blade chest tuft.

Context (SPOILERS)

Reader gets turned into a small monkey either by accident or on purpose. Inspired from the design of the monkeys in Uproar in Heaven and The Lotus Lantern (the little monkey seen in the movie). Chaos ensues. Also reader gets mistaken for being a lion cub A LOT.

[manonim]

Jie is an eight-tailed fox demon who works as a servant of the Monkey King

- Race: fox demon

- Gender: female

- Age: 2000+

- Abilities: illusion, shape shifting, possession, energy manipulation, a strong smell, a six sense(will explain it later) , teleportation

Some fun facts:

- She always wears traditional clothes

- Will eat ANYTHING that contains eggs

- She have a pet which is practically her fluffy baby that will never grow up

- She’s an introvert

- Is not a fan of physical touch

- Since she have a strong smell, she values the tidiness and absolutely hate stinky things!

- Don’t ask her about the necklace, she prefers to act as if she didn’t have to wear it

- She’s higher than Wukong

- Is only half immortal (won’t die from the old age)

History:

I would like to make her backstory a secret wich you will slowly discover with a flow of the story ;)

Other important stuff:

- as you can see my art is a little similar to LMK, but if you look closely you will find many differences, that’s because I’m not planning to copy the original style but adjust it a little to my preferences, it’s also more comfortable for me to place her in the fan fiction this way.

- I would like to point out that English isn’t my first language, still I’m not using Google translator cause it’s too troublesome :D

- I’m not shipping my oc with any of LMK characters. I also want it to look as much canon as possible so I won’t be showing any ships from the series which aren’t canon.

- Even though “Fox servant” will be a written story, I’ll definitely make many drawings related to it and publish them here on Tumblr. If the new chapters will come out I’m also going to announce it here.

- Jie is the oc of my fan fiction- “The fox servant” which will be as for now published only on Wattpad, the first chapter will come out after I’m done creating the comic version of the prologue, if you want to visit it right now click here:

- I don't take requests but you can ask me anything

That’s all for now, See you in the next post!

Bye~

[fullbattleregalia]

Never let anyone tell you what you “should” or “shouldn’t” be reading. Read whatever brings you joy. Today I was bouncing back and forth between reading Star Wars fanfiction and classical Chinese literature. (My brain was 98% endorphins - it was great.) Read whatever you want. The important thing is to engage your critical thinking skills whatever you happen to be reading. For example, I love Sun Wukong as a character in Journey to the West. Sun Wukong’s default solution for almost everything is “hit it with a stick until it dies.” Don’t be like Sun Wukong.

[silvergolddraco28]

So I need some help. I have this idea for a LMK fix but I need someone the bounce ideas and/or write it with me. It's a nixed idea taking elements from Aladdin, Tarzan, and Tangled to an extent with a twist to JTTW.

The idea:

Macaque being trapped in the Shadow Lantern like Genie as a punishment from the Jade Emperor while Wukong had been trapped under the mountain for sticking his nose into heaven. Wukong would end up free and go through the journey only to make a second bet with Budha that he could be a better Emperor than the current one all while doing it from the mortal realm instead of in heaven. Buddha takes the bet on the condition Wukong carves a monkey from a stone veined with gold and obsidian then encases it in the shattered remains of his egg with his staff is never be touched while nature takes its course. Mk would then be born several centuries later to a realm that has far more demons than canon with Wukong still in power with a council compromised of three Celestials, Three Mortals, and Three Demons each randomly picked once every century. Red Son and Mei live with Wukong as his adopted niece and nephew after their parents went missing some decades back.

[broke-art]

Swapped A.u Red Son x reader

"She doesn't exactly act like a princess, does she?" The youngest of the monkey tribe asked with a tilt of his head.

The shadows had tied you to a tree despite your best efforts. You sucked in deep breaths in an attempt to regain the energy you had spent in your thrashing.

"Nah M.k that's how all women are, over hysterical and noisy." The Monkey King interjected leaning against M.k's shoulder. Before shooting you a smirk. "Not to mention weak."

Macaque entered just then rubbing his jaw.

"I'll have to disagree on that last point. I think she hits harder than you do."

Monkey King aimed a glare at his brother and folded his arms while M.k appeared to be stifling a laugh.

Your gaze flicked between them as you set to moving your wrists behind your back. If you were careful, you could untie yourself while they were talking.

"And what exactly do you plan on doing with her?" The Monkey King asked. "She wouldn't make a decent servant, she's not even scared of you."

You glanced around the lair while you worked the ropes cataloging your best path of escape. To your right was a door opening. And only a few feet to your left was a table a few knifes and other eating utensils. The silver of the blades in particular winked at you with the waning sunlight that spilled in from the entrance to your right.

Macaque chuckled scattering your thoughts.

"Well now I'll just have to fix that." Macaque's eyes flicked to a dark purple and turned to you.

Instantly, you stilled. Had he seen your attempt to escape?

He stepped towards you and your gut churned. The meaning of his words sinking in now. You frantically tugged against the ropes trying to loosen the knot you'd been working at.

Your pulse thrummed as he reached for you just as the knot gave way.

His eyes widened as you dashed to the left.

You grabbed a knife and threw it at Macaque only for him to fall into a shadow below him.

This was just what you had hoped would happen. Snatching up a second knife you dashed out the door and ducked behind a tree. In that instant the Monkey King and M.k dashed out the door after you.

Taking deep breaths to still your rapid pounding heart. You could do this. You could make it out of the forest and get help. You took in one final breath to fortify your resolve then took off in a sprint of the opposite direction you had seen the Monkey King and his protege go.

Precious sunlight retreated far too quickly leaving you in growing darkness. You attempted to be as quiet as possible as you navigated the forest. But the trees seemed to be getting thicker the further you went. Still you didn't dare turn back.

Macaque's look flickered to life in your mind and you had to press a hand to your chest to ease the frantic pounding that erupted from the thought.

You pressed your back to a large tree trunk resting a moment.

"There has to be a village close by." You whispered.

Macaque's laughter filled the darkness surrounding you, sending your blood to freezing in your veins.

"Not for miles yet, princess." He spoke just behind and above you now as he leaned out of your shadow. "But don't worry, I know somewhere you can stay." You felt his hand rest on your shoulder and your nerves spurred to action.

With a scream you whirled and slashed at him blindly.

Macaque released a heart stopping scream as your blade met his right eye. He fell from the shadow and hit the ground on his knees.

You stumbled backwards an sense of growing dread filling your stomach. Your ankle hit a tree root knocking you to the ground.

"Heh you know what, Wukong is right." He chuckled as he pressed himself up. "You aren't scared, But you're going to be."

You scrambled backwards trying to get up but you weren't able to before he lunged at you.

A scream escaped you before a massive wall of flames erupted between you and Macaque.

The black Monkey hit the ground just before the flames and brought his arms up to shield his face from the heat.

In that instant someone knelt by your side holding out a red overcoat.

"Put this on." Red Son instructed forcefully as your gaze met his. "I wouldn't want you burned.

Macaque yelled over the flames.

"This won't be our last meeting, princess." His violet eyes shone seemingly battling the glow of the flames. "A little samadhi fire won't save you."

Red Son put the overcoat over your shoulders and stepped Infront of you. And if you weren't mistaken Macaque actually flinched backwards slightly.

"So you want to be a villain? Let me show you what happens to villains."

Macaque stepped backward as Red Son's flames surged at him an then all in a moment, Macaque had vanished.

By his shadows or by the flames you were unsure. But as your betrothed looked at you over his shoulder your felt your heart leap in your chest.

"Are you injured?"

Slowly, your mind tried to function, to grasp words. But it was hard with a wall of searing flame not far from you.

"N-No."

Red Son seemed to watch you a moment his eyes calculating. Then with a flick of his wrist the flames vanished.

"I apologize for taking so long. These forests are deep and difficult to navigate." He explained walking over to you before offering you a hand to help you up.

You accepted the hand and started to stand before the question you had finally brought to mind sprang from your lips.

"How did you find ach-!" You gasped as the weight you pressed on your ankle sent shards of pain rocketing through your leg before it gave under you. Your weight fell forward and Red Son caught you with an arm around your waist.

He paused a moment.

"May I-" He made a motion that indicated him lifting you.

"Oh...yeah." You agreed.

With your affirmation he lifted you bridal style and walked towards his castle.

"I headed to flower fruit mountain, as the legends say, but I ultimately heard Macaque's scream." Red Son explained.

"Now, I'll need you to relax. It will take most of my concentration to get us back to the castle and to not-" He glanced down at you for a moment then looked away. "Well burn you."

"What?!"

"Princess, please. If Wukong gets here we will be in significant trouble."

Taking a steadying breath you nodded and relaxed against his chest. It was surprisingly easy to do considering how it radiated heat.

And then the air around you erupted into an swirling inferno.

*here's the Red Son version guys @fantasylover-92 and @squidisisters

[journeythroughlifesblog]

Help au Chapter 33.

After hearing that Wukong lost, Red Son felt a bit broken, weak, and he shouldn't have let his uncle fight. It was his fault, what's worse he felt angry towards MK, how could he not help him?!

With a surge of emotions, he lost control of the vehicle.

"Red son?!"

By some chance, they happened to crash into Sandy's airship.

"Mk?! Mei?!" Pigsy shouted.

MK, Mei were trying to recover from the accident.

"We're fine." MK moaned.

"That's good"

"Red son?" said MK.

"Red son?!" Pigsy and Tang said in shock.

"Red boy, are you okay?" said Mei as she walked up to him.

"Do not touch me!" Red said, he was trying to control his emotions, he was really trying to control his anger, his hair almost looked like fire.

"Red boy, I'm sure it can be done somehow..."

"Kids, what happened?" Pigsy asked.

"The Monkey King... lost," said MK.

"How so?!"

Red clenched his fists.

"Red?"

"If we had stayed at home none of this would have happened.." Red muttered, disappointed.

"What?"

"Red, it's not your fault." said MK.

"I should have stopped him..."

"Red boy, there was nothing that could be done, and the Monkey King is a hero, he always finds a way out, right, Mr. Tang?" Mei acted.

"Yes. In every story he finds a way to escape alive."

Red just laughed.

"What is?"

"You don't understand anything, these stories are for mortals because they have to believe in someone."

"What?"

Red composed himself, he had to come up with a plan quickly. "Anyway, I'll take your ship."

"What?! For what?!"

"To fly to the land of the celestials, find the antidote and save my father and uncle."

"Wow... heavenly afterlife!" Tang shouted.

"Oh no! You're not going anywhere with me."

"It's our ship, or rather Sandy, but you know."

"I don't have time to argue, I need to save them as soon as possible."

"Is Red boy a hero?"

"Dragon girl! I'm not a hero! I just have to do what I have to do."

"Yet you are a hero!"

Red just growled at her.

"MK? What do we do?" Pigsy asked.

"I... (sighed) it was me who messed up, I should have been there with him and helped him, but I wasn't."

"That's right," said Red.

"Red, I'll try to fix it somehow, which means... we're acting according to your plan."

Red immediately started moving some magical symbols on the deck.

At this time, MK explained to Pigsy and Tang what happened. Pigsy tried to support him somehow, but despite this, MK felt that he messed up and had to fix it somehow. He also wondered how it was possible that the monkey king lost. Was it because of his illness? He said he was fine, there was nothing wrong with him, so why did this happen?

Red was setting up the spells and was ready to transport the ship to the celestial dimension.

"Red, do you know what you're doing?"

"Yes"

"Wait, will this work?"

"I don't know"

"Wait what?!"

Too late, but it worked.

They got to the heavenly dimension.

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Wukong woke up. It was bad, very bad. Everything was supposed to be fine! He was supposed to be a hero! And it's a failure! Some spider defeated him, once he could have crushed him, but now he is in its traps. What is this?! These traps drained him of his energy. The energy he needs for a normal life! He has to come up with something. He tries to free himself, but in vain. He's starting to run out of strength. What's worse is that the crown is slowly starting to activate, it's very, very bad!

If only he could reach into the bag for the tea.

The same girl he almost hit came closer to him. She stood in front of him. And she looked down at him.

Sweat was dripping down the king's face. One more shock and he wouldn't be able to breathe at all.

The girl smiled. "How long has it been, Sun Wukong?" she said. "Maybe four or five centuries? I told you I would break free."

"You. How did you do it?"

"Oh... are you feeling sick? Such a great hero. So pathetic."

"How?" gasped the king. "I took the key..."

"Yes. And it didn't ruin my plans that much. You see, I didn't need the key that much, but rather a person. I sincerely hoped that you would be that person. I need a master to fulfill my destiny."

"You're... not normal."

"Oh.. Sun Wukong, save your strength. Now let's move on."

The girl moved even closer. Wukong tried to tilt his head back. The girl placed her hands on the sides of the king's head. Her eyes glowed blue. Wukong tried as hard as he could to calm himself down. He felt the witch trying to break into his mind. Step by step. She tried to control his chaotic energy by getting inside his mind. This process could be compared to loading a file, where percentages appear on the computer screen, indicating how much data is left until the end of the data transfer. 50% 78% 89% 95% Transfer failed. The girl moved away abruptly. She was panting. She tried to catch her breath. Something blocked her access. Wukong was panting as well, struggling to stay alive. The girl moved into the shadows. The king lost consciousness.

DBK woke up.

He tried to break free, but he was entangled in web.

"What is this!? Who dares?!"

"Of course I do." giggled the spider queen who suddenly appeared in front of DBK.

"Of course, I could only be defeated by the spider queen."

"I am the spider queen. And you are nothing more than a battery for my mech. Look around handsome, you are not the only one dying to give me power."

"Princes Iron Fan?"

"Oh... don't worry, I haven't found your wife yet. But I managed to snag one of your old friends."

And then he saw Sun Wukong who was in a bad condition, DBK knew what that meant.

"Hey.. DBK.." the king panted.

"Wukong!" DBK tried to free itself from its nets. Unsuccessfully.

Two henchmen entered the room and informed the Queen that they had failed to capture Red Son.

The girl emerged from the shadows again. "My queen, what about the apprentice of the monkey king? He should join his master."

"Right. I can't have any problems with these kids."

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The team managed to obtain the necessary ingredients to save the city. Unfortunately, they had a problem with spiders along the way. Fortunately, they dealt with them.

They landed on a mountain of flowers and fruit. Red drew a magic symbol in the sand. He poured the spider queen's venom into the furnace. "I Red Son. Will find the power of the celestial artifact with the spider queen's venom. And will save his father and uncle and arrange the world as I see it."

"Wow. Red that was amazing!"

"Good hero speech."

"Villains. My best."

"Okay, what do we do now?" Pigsy asked.

"We do nothing. I do."

MK unfortunately threw the pills and the peach into the stove behind before Red could react. Golden fumes escaped from the furnace. Everyone was coughing.

"I think it worked." Tang said.

"Okay. Time to take the fight to the spider queen and finally end this nightmare." said MK.

"How?"

Even the Monkey King was defeated."

"We'll find a way, just like we always do."

"I even have an idea," said Sandy. He took out his keys, pressed a button and his vehicle armed itself with water launchers?

"Oh yes!"

"And we even have a chance with this!"

They boarded with the cure for the spider people. They came to the rescue,

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They showed up in town. The girl's hair turned white and she disappeared in a blue mist.

They released a cure on the spider people. They shook off the spider's venom. The team launched an attack, but the spiders did not give up so easily.

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While the heroes were struggling with the spiders, DBK in the mech tried as hard as he could to tear the webs apart. Until his eyes turned purple with a surge of anger, anger at having failed to protect either his son or his brother. Anger, which was also directed at Wukong, but because he did not listen to him.

"I told you to stay." said DBK.

"I know but." Wukong gasped.

"Brother, why are you always getting into trouble?"

Wukong fell silent. This is the worst new year of his entire life.

DBK knows he's not a hero, but for his family, for his brother, he will be.

Purple energy strands wrapped around DBK's arms.

Last time. He has to do it. For his stupid brother. One last pull on the snare and everything collapsed. He freed himself. He walked over to Wukong and ripped the nets off with one pull. Wukong fell to the floor with a groan. DBK crouched down next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Brother, are you okay?"

"Yes...  still alive..." Wukong joked weakly. DBK shook him.

"Sun Wukong?! Do you realize that you could have just died?!"

"I know... I... I just thought I could do it... that I could."

"Wukong, after all this, you can't, you're not what you used to be. (sigh) I'm not here to lecture you, but what you did was the stupidest thing you've ever done."

"..."

Sigh. "Let's get out of here. This will all fall apart in a moment. Can you get up?"

"I think so?"

DBK helped him up. Wukong took out a thermos of tea from the bag he fortunately had with him. He drank. "Yes, I can go now."

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The spider fight didn't go so well. MK was covered with nets against the wall. His friends too. The spider queen was about to finish off MK. When, fortunately for him, he sank into the shadow and emerged without the web behind the spider queen. He knew whose doing it was. Macaque.

"What the..." the spider queen didn't have time to finish because she was attacked from the shadows by a dark-haired monkey. She fell backwards with a thud.

"Macaque!" MK was happy.

"Hey kid. Did you miss me?" Macaque said with his smile. "It's time to finish off the queen. Show her what you can do!"

MK nodded knowingly. He launched an attack. During this time, Macaque helped free Mei and Red son from bonds. Mei rushed to help MK.

"Uncle..."

"Where is Wukong?" Macaque said seriously.

"They're right behind you..."

Macaque turned around quickly. He glared at Wukong and DBK. Macaque was definitely furious.

"Hey.. Miohu, how do you..."

"I found out? Wukong, you can't hide anything from me. What were you thinking?! What?!"

"Mac. I..."

"I knew it, I shouldn't have let you come here at all."

"I just... thought I could do it..."

"Do you know how stupid that was?!"

"that I have control again..."

A tear rolled down Wukong's cheek. Macaque sighed and hugged him.

"We'll talk about the rest at home."

Wukong nodded. Macaque looked at DBK and Red Son. "Don't think you'll miss this."

"Is..." Red said.

"Yes. PIF also knows about everything that happened today."

Red chuckled nervously.

MK, Mei, Pigsy, Tang and Sandy walked up to them.

"Monkey King!"

"Hey kid, you made it." Wukong said with a smile.

MK hugged him. "It's good that you're okay."

"How is it even possible that you lost?" Pigsy said. Wukong's smile disappeared. He looked at the ground.

"It happens to everyone." Macaque said. "You know what, kid, we should get going."

"Oh... I thought we would celebrate together after we won." said MK.

Macaque sighed. Wukong looked at him with pleading eyes.

"I need to talk to Wukong about his irresponsible behavior..."

"I understand, but..."

"The same as with DBK and Red. If you survive PIF, you still have me left." Macaque said. DBK sighed, this definitely wasn't going to be a pleasant conversation.

"Hang in there MK. I'll see you at training." Macaque said. He took Wukong's hand, and they disappeared into the shadows.

"We have a conversation ahead of us, son, the sooner we get through it, the better." DBK sighed.

"Yes, father."

They disappeared in flames.

"MK? Do you know what they meant?" Tang asked.

"Macaque didn't look happy." Mei said.

"Uh...no?"

"Meaning?" Pigsy said.

"Maybe. I do not know."

"Kid, don't you think they're hiding something?"

"Even if so, so what? It's their business. And I promised not to tell, so I won't tell."

"And yet! MK, you are also involved in these monkey matters!" Mei said.

"Yes. So what? The Monkey King..."

"Monkey King what?"

"Can you please respect that and not push it?! The Monkey King has his own problems and that's his business. That's it."

"Kid..."

"Sorry..."

MK sighed. He was worried about his mentor, yes, and it frustrated him greatly. That the monkey king was sick. What if the disease returns? He should come to them and check if everything is okay with him. If the Monkey King needs his power, he will somehow get it back, just like last time.

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A mountain of flowers and fruits. House.

"I can't believe it, how could you act so thoughtlessly?!"

Wukong sat down on the couch. His hands started shaking, which was a very bad sign. Another witch. How did she get out?! He took the key! She... was trying to take control of him... It was the most overwhelming thing, and he was barely able to stop her!

I am not a hero, not anymore, Wukong thought and said it silently. He closed his eyes. He no longer listened to the warrior. He put his hands on his head. He calmed down. Inspiration. Exhaust. Cold. The cold that penetrated his mind left its mark. And that scares him. She contaminated him. Her magic. Cold.

"Wukong?! Wukong?! What's going on?!"

"I'm cold..." Wukong whispered. Macaque placed his hand on the king's forehead. He had a fever. And feeling cold is a very unusual symptom.

"Mac...I'm cold."

There has never been such a situation before. What should a warrior do? Usually Wukong felt as hot as a normal fever, but this... this wasn't a normal fever.

"I'll make you a bath." the warrior said calmly. Wukong nodded.

Macaque went to the bathroom. And in Wukong's mind, "you cannot escape your destiny, Sun Wukong."

  He felt chills. He took a thermos out of his bag. He had to calm down. He drank some tea.

He stood up on unsteady legs and went to the bathroom. The warrior didn't say anything.

It took about 2 hours for the king's body to cool down, but Wukong did not get rid of the feeling of cold.

In bedroom. "Do you want something to eat?"

"NO.."

They lay cuddled together. "Mac...remember that weird skull key I told you to hide?"

"Yes?"

"Can you give it to me, I need to check something."

The warrior pulled a key from the shadows and handed it to the king. The key immediately turned to dust in the king's hand. What a witch.

"Wukong? What's going on?"

the king sighed. "You know, this key opened this strange coffin in which there was a trapped witch called Lady Bone Demon, and now, no, after I was captured by the spiders, that she got out..."

"From what I see, it's bad?"

"And very..."

"Is there any way to stop her?"

"I don't know... maybe? I'd have to look for it..."

"Oh no, you're not doing anything right now. I'll look for it."

"You don't even know anything about her, so I..."

"Wukong."

"I can agree that we will look for weapon together."

"I can do it and you can rest. Just tell me what it is."

"..."

"You do not know?"

"No... she's some ancient witch, that's all I know, I know Tripitaka imprisoned her, I was even there."

The warrior sighed. "Do you know where to look for this thing?"

"In the kingdom of heaven?"

Macaque touched his forehead to the king's. "Fine. But if anything happens to you, I will immediately throw you into the portal and teleport you to DBK. Do you understand?"

"Wait, seriously? Do you agree that we should search together? Without arguing?"

"I've already told you what I wanted to tell you, I hope you understood it."

Wukong chuckled nervously and nodded.

"Besides, you better be by my side, at least I'll keep an eye on you all the time."

"What do we tell the kid?"

"Don't worry, I'll think of something."

"Oh... if you come up with something, my head already hurts." said the king jokingly. Macaque hit him with his tail. Wukong kissed the warrior on the cheek.

This will be a good opportunity to search the heavenly realm once again to find a cure for the king's illness.

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(on Wattpad I published more often and it is easier to find all chapters)

I hope you liked it.

[nightmarebunnyking]

Me when I read a angst wukong fanfic or see angst fanart

[hcdragonwrites]

Peach Flesh @jttw-monkeybusiness fic

Art by @jttw-monkeybusiness - characters by @jttw-monkeybusiness

TRIGGER WARNING. TRIGGER WARNING. THIS FIC IS 18+ THERE WILL BE GORE AND BLOOD, VIOLENCE AND SEX IN THIS. NON CON ELEMENTS TOO. PLS IF THIS TRIGGERS YOU READ ANY OF MY OTHER ITEMS. YOU HAVE BEEN FORWARNED.

Welcome to my fic! This is like a Filler between Kiris Wonderous comics of the Six eared monster and Wukongs eventual slaying of him. I had @celestialkiri help and brain to pick over as I asked them a slew of questions. They also proof read for me so I made sure i got their boy just right.

ALSO THIS IS A BAD MAN. A BAD MONKEY. I HAVE MAH SPRAY BOTTLE READY-HE WILL EAT YOU IN THE “DEAD FOREVER” KIND OF WAY.

(Though I may accidentally have tripped you all up with this one my bad friends.)

I am also just posting it to Ao3 so the tags can def warn people TWICE about whats in the fic.

ANYWAY ENJOY THE STINKY MAN HIMSELF. (Im sorry sophie i will write you happy i promise)

[angelfoodcake222]

All of them deserve a tall af S/O that they can literally climb like a tree & you cannot convince me otherwise.

4th GIF came from @fuckyeahchinesefashion (I think, I made this in a frenzy right before clocking into work🙇‍♀️) while the rest were pulled from Tenor/GIPHY & edited by me. Not too bad for my first GIF set.

[starsfic]

I will take you underneath my raincoat(its a really new song from the Studio Killers) - tripsun pretty please

Sun Wukong was a monster.

Tang Sanzang had that figured the moment he released him from the mountain and Wukong's first move was to lunge at him. He felt no shame in putting on the fillet. It was self-defense.

What he couldn't defend himself against were the feelings.

The night he realized, it was raining heavily, a clear sign of the spring rainy season coming. The others were all in bed, excluding one monkey. Sanzang found him outside, standing in the rain with his face turned to the sky. He had shed most of his clothes, excluding a simple shirt.

"What are you doing, you silly monkey?" Sanzang called out. "You'll get sick."

"I haven't felt the rain in a long time." The words made him pause. Wukong would usually boast about his immortality or invincibility, maybe claiming that he couldn't get sick. This quiet was unusual. Something in him twisted at it. "I forgot what it felt like."

At that, Sanzang had to move.

Wukong jolted when he took his hand, letting the rain roll down him as he raised up an arm and let his sleeve cover Wukong's head. He was tempted to shiver, since rain usually felt gross, but he refused. He was more focused on Wukong's smile.

They stood there together, Wukong under a makeshift raincoat and Sanzang standing in the rain.

[thecatinthebottomofyourshoe]

I find it an absolute crime that there is yet to be a fic of just Sun Wukong and MK being transported into the past (about halfway through journey to the west) and being a wholesome father-son duo much to the confusion of the whole JTTW gang.

Like I just want to see Tripitaka panic when SWK runs towards MK after he does something wrong/gets in trouble and thinks Wukong is going to hurt him only for him to grab him by both shoulders and violently shake him whilst asking if he’s ok.

Someone write this.

I NEED THIS.